Number One son, the eminent Virginia tattooist, came to visit Mrs. Paco and me on Wednesday, and, in addition to going to the NRA range, where we spent a pleasurable hour shooting (with guns, alas, stolen from my home in the wee hours of Thursday morning), we dropped by Bubba’s East Coast Rod Shop to see what was out in the parking lot, awaiting restoration. To my surprise and delight, on deck was a 1956 Packard Patrician.
There were also a couple of sweet-looking T-Birds in the offing.
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Nice cars. Too bad the shot of the red T-bird was ruined by the scruffy bearded ne'er do well in the background.
ReplyDeleteOh, wait. Is that your son?
Yes. But he knows he's a scruffy bearded ne'er do well, so it's ok.
ReplyDeleteWait ...your home was burgled?
ReplyDeleteI've always loved the "Bullet-bird".
ReplyDeleteRebecca: Oh, several times. Seems to happen every time the government threatens to require mandatory gun registration. :)
ReplyDeleteI've not screwed up the courage to buy a '58 T-Bird like I drove in college [late '60s] and after. Managed to blow the engine after 160,000 miles [bought used, about 10 years old with 35K on the clock in '67]. Until then I'd never heard of a double diaphragm fuel pump. Ah, well.
ReplyDeleteA funny car. First four-seater T-Bird. Go fast in a straight line only, pretty much. Skinny tires, small wheels, 352 [I know, sounds odd, but that's what it was] Cleveland Ford engine, 3-speed auto, about 65/35 front rear weight distribution. Still . . . ;->=
Had tons of fun with that car, and right now the cost of one wouldn't be prohibitive, but Mrs McKie has some odd ideas about how we should spend her money.
JXM: Buying an old T-Bird wouldn't be an expense. It would be an investment.
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ReplyDeleteBuy the convertible hardtop with the portholes.
55 or 57 Chevy, lad, 55 or 57 Chevy.
No, they're not all in Cuba. You know car buffs will be the very first into that island when the embargo is lifted.
Got it. Hm. My ... um ... sympathies.
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